It’s nighttime.. Shots fired in the distance, a warning from the other side. This side prepares to return fire.. Empty barrels.. Imagine the shock, feel the dread creep up their spines, kissing necks in a shiver inducing touch. There’s a war within.. Heart against mind, thoughts against emotion.. A thin veil of reason. Pick an army… One side must win… The other?Empty barrels.          Noah_arkenswagg 

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